Classic Poem

Organist of St. George's, Hanover Square, To whose friendly instruction I am much indebted

Rouse, Roseingrave, assert thy deathless name,
And stand thou in the foremost rank of fame,
Since all the sons of harmony confess
Thy solid fugues thy solid thoughts express.
Let finger-mongers deal discordant noise
To fat churchwardens and to prentice boys;
Be they the Sunday idols of the crowd,
Who value nought but what is light and loud.
Give me my Roseingrave, my soul to raise,
Who, with his solemn and judicial lays
Adds sacred fervour to our pray'r and praise.